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A silent forest. At night. It is a bad sign. Bat’s thought spilled through his breath. His only companion, seemingly useless girl who never had a thought of having to learn to make fire in the light polluted city life, shivering and chattering in the damp released from the soil, took notice of his concern. Sun left them at least an hour ago. After preparing for while by clearing her throat and sighing audibly, Enkhjin asked what she’d knew was no where the case “Did we find our way out?” “No.” “Oh, okay… Does it… Does it look like we will ha...
A crisp sound of canned beer being pried open and a hiss of pressured air skipping through the slit, blubbering at the rim made me almost moan a little in sweet agony. “Here it is. Oh damn it.” said one of the guys as the foaming can dampen his fingers. He licked the beer drop born out of the foam before it skipped into his sleeves which made my blood curdle. Eww, I thought. I also thought there was no blood to curdle up inside me. The thing about being residual energy of what I once was is that you still feel things. Not the chubb...
I held up my hand high and watched the shadow climb up his face as I created a little porch above his eyebrows to help him see the sun under low exposure. "Your Neanthertal brow bones" he had said when I asked what was my most striking feature. His soft features and round face looked like a perfectly cooked pancake but his eyes. Oh yes. His deep brown eyes, now more relaxed under the shade, took all the color in as the sun of our first summer together lingered over the horizon, proving herself to be the best nature scene painter. We had been...
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